Strike Thru

It's not meant to be this way

Just this time, it's not meant

Who am I to suppose

this isn't exactly the

way it's "supposed to be,"

a trickle of magic

drips upon me

and while all isn't well

I suppose it'll all work itself

out somehow, some way, some day

It's just too hard...

I don't think I can manage...

Who am I to think that

this isn't exactly the

way it was meant to be,

that I've been given just

enough to handle and

spill-over a little,

but able to clean up the mess

and create a new set

of tools....

I'm tired and torn...

I'm too tired....

Who am I to suppose

that this isn't exactly the

way it's meant to happen,

anyway.